Delectable Deviants

He walked in on her at the computer, watching porn, her hand in her knickers, until she caught sight of him, stopping playing, blushing wildly - but the clip was still playing on her screen.

She admitted she moved seeing men being wanked off, seeing their expressions, their affected breathing, of the different shapes of their cock, of how hard and how much they might be made to cum.

Something she loved watching a girl - or guy - tear into the other man’s jeans, the anticipation of a hand slipping into his underwear - and seeing than man pushed faster and faster, of how much he could hold back, how fast he could be taken to cumming all over the other person’s hand.

Other times, she loved to see the tease of edging - seeing them taken to a point and then .. denied the final touch. The lingering in eyes thereafter. That shattered final bow. Until, once again, they couldn’t hold back - and all it would take could be a breath, a touch, a fingernail to send them into swathes of messy delight. Pulse after pulse after pulse, with no touch..just pure lust and cum.

What surprised her was her partner’s reaction. He questioned as to what she thought about, with her admitting that she imagined the stranger, she imagined her hand. The surprise was that he said for her to do it. To bring them back. To find dark alleys. To play and tease and tell him afterwards - but always to deny them the fuck.

The first time was when he was at work - and his received a picture message from her with cum all over her hand. The text that followed .. ‘Come home’

When he arrived she told him about a man in the coffee shop. Eyes that lingered upon her. She ignored him, but got wetter thinking as to whether she dare, of what the stranger’s cock was like - of how messy she could make him cum. But more importantly, of blushingly telling the tale to her boyfriend. She took him outside .. refused to kiss him .. but held contact with his eyes .. undid his belt, each button of his boxers .. and teased his cock. Revelling in it’s feel, length, each throb - the sticky pre-cum atop his cock that proved he’s been looking at her sinfully all throughout. It lead her wank him faster, faster..

As she told the tale she saw her partner throbbing in his jeans, teasing his hands across them as his girl told tales of deceit, sinful. She moved over to him and undid his jeans, delighting in him hanging off her every word as much as he was of each naughty stroke. She denied him the final moments of the tale until he was on the cusp ..and when she told of how the man begged her to swallow him, and her stern refusal, louder and louder between each of his begs - lead him to spunk hard all over her hand, fingers, all over the floor.

As he moaned, she kissed him. He knew that aspect was special, though their agreed deceit was both dangerous and an act of cheating - yet the way he shivered, the way he kissed her - and the way he came so, so hard - bucking against her fist as she took him there.

That night they fucked with an anger and intensity. He was more aggressive than she’s felt him before. He’s taken work ties from his wardrobe and bound her tight to his headboard. Blindfolded her. Scratched and spanked her. Was this his hidden kink to match hers. Had the dare brought out his daring?

Even as he took her with such aggression, her language was of the man she’d had in her hand - of what she wants to do next. Of how wet she got thinking about fucking them.

they were in a sinister - and very sexual place. This could go anywhere - had possibly gone too far already - but the danger.

The danger was fucking delicious.

(via youngsexyskinny)